Buzz—
Blood Rain fell. It was as if a ladle of cold water had been thrown into a pan of hot oil; the purple mist immediately began to boil. Countless tentacled monsters and winged monsters slaughtered one another. Wails and screams, mixed with distorted magic, burst apart in clusters, then spawned anew in clusters, making the purple fog flicker like a gigantic eye that could neither open nor close.
A glittering mist of light, radiant as the Milky Way, coiled around the purple "eyeball" like an icy shackle.
Every so often, one or two exceptionally gifted monsters with several extra pairs of wings on their backs, possessing the combat power of Archwizards, broke free of those tentacles and dragged thick purple mist with them as they crawled beyond the silver river. Yet after crawling only a short distance, they were often swallowed by the surging silver light mist and dissolved beneath that icy shackle.
Zheng Qing watched the scene.
For no reason, he thought of scenes from countless religious tales—the eternal Blood War between the abyss and hell, the eternal war between hell and heaven. Hell's devils tried every possible means to climb the heavenly ladder, seeking to overturn that dazzling world, while heaven's messengers bestowed divine grace day after day, attempting to redeem those fallen souls.
What lay before him.
Already faintly possessed some of the outlines of a mythological tale.
Considering that Legendary Wizards could evolve a real and tangible world, it did not seem inappropriate, in a sense, to regard them as the gods of those worlds.
Several Legends had formed a loose pentagram formation and sat around the purple mist, looking down at the seemingly endless war below. After an unknown amount of time, Zheng Qing suddenly felt the Jidu Gun hanging at his waist twitch